The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Gu Siyu was stunned for a moment, her face a little stiff: "Are you in trouble too?"

Her smile couldn't hold on anymore.

There was a troubled look on that man's face.

In another corner, someone also raised his hand: "I also want to ask for leave."

Then, one, two, three...

Gu Siyu froze on the spot, her entire face darkened.

With so many people asking for leave, what will happen to the rehearsal?

"Is there something wrong with you all?"

Several people nodded in unison.

They are going to get medicine!

After waiting for so many days, seeing Pang Yiqin's face completely healed, and the dark scars left by the acne gradually disappeared, his skin was as white and tender as a peeled egg, and his heart felt like it was burning. Like a fire.

The medicine has yet to come out.

How could they endure it after finally waiting for the day when the medicines were distributed?

Who doesn’t want to look beautiful instantly?

However, Gu Siyu also kept stressing that she would be filming a TV series soon. Naturally, they were even more anxious. Who wouldn't want to look beautiful on camera without a pimple on their face?

Several people couldn't hold it any longer and stood up one after another.

All of a sudden, the number of people who were originally going to participate in the performance was reduced by less than half.

Gu Siyu stood on the podium, her face was burning, and she felt like there was a fire burning in her heart, and her heart was about to burst.

There was silence for a few seconds, and the whole classroom was silent.

Gu Weimian stretched, tilted his head, and said with a calm expression, "Then I'll go first?"

Gu Siyu looked at her suddenly, her eyes were red with bloodshot eyes, resentment and jealousy could be seen at a glance.

Only when her eyes met Gu Weimian's cold eyes did she notice her gaffe, she shuddered suddenly, lowered her head, clasped her hands tightly together, and forced a smile: "Since everyone has something to do today, let's just forget about it first. Come on."

Gu Weimian nodded and strolled out as if he didn't notice anything unusual about her.

Several other people followed immediately.

…

The school's auditorium is now bustling with people.

Gu Weimian frowned: "Why are so many here? Didn't I say that the first batch of medicine only has fifty bottles?"

There are no less than three hundred people present now, right?

Chu Shaoze was a little helpless: "When I was notified, I did say that there were only fifty bottles, and they would come according to the list registered at that time, but it can't stop some people's luck."

Everyone thought they might have a chance.

People who don’t have acne don’t know the troubles of people who have acne. Every time you look in the mirror and see your own face in the mirror, the first thing you see is not somewhere else, but that one. There are red and swollen pimples, and I have imagined countless times to eradicate these pimples.

Now that we have this opportunity, who wouldn’t want to use this medicine today?

Pang Yiqin looked at this scene and swallowed his saliva in fear: "Weimian, they haven't received the medicine in a while, they won't eat you, right?"

Gu Weimian glanced at Pang Yiqin and pinched her face with his hand: "I'll eat you if you want. You've been taking the medicine for so long, maybe your meat is also effective."

Pang Yiqin's face turned pale, and he was so frightened that he trembled: "I'm not Tang Monk!"

Seeing Pang Yiqin's frightened and pale face, Gu Weimian couldn't help laughing. He couldn't help but pinched her face again: "Why is it so slippery?"

Pang Yiqin's face turned red, and he raised his hand to cover his cheek, blocking Gu Weimian's pinching attack.